Empathic Communicator: Part I: Homage To The Hunter (Unconcious Incompetence) - Name

By design, you still can’t figure me out…

By design, you are still riddled with no surge of insight…

On the floor, lied the empty shells of your defenses…

Pray to god you’re deaf when the gun goes off…

Will my eyes back to sleep.

I seek out the light

And come out blind.

My dreams remind,

That I am just a vessel.

: «One by one»

«You were born from words, ghosts, crimes.

So, I’ll take you to hell

Without exit or end…»

It’s a war for your soul on every front.

My mind in the cross-hairs of some transient gun,

All while the world remained unchanged…